Time is satire
He has me laughing
Makes me move while standing still
Time is a dancer
Cheek to cheek
We whisper
of infinity
He holds my hands and rocks me
leading the way
But oh, my feet!
I have a few steps left.
The band plays on
Trumpets and saxophones
On the 1
On the 4
I'm counting
He says, "don't count"
Just feel it.
